The whole poem "Seeing and Seeing"
Have you seen me?
I was there.
Not sad or happy.
You can either read me or you can't read me.
Love is there.
Don't come or go.
Do you love me or not?
Love is there.
Neither increasing nor decreasing.
Are you with me or not?
My hand is in your hand.
Never give up.
Come into my arms
Or let me live in your heart
Silent love
Silent love
Appreciation of seeing and seeing
There are no flowery words in the poem, only plain feelings, only love that will always be there, no matter how the world changes feelings, just like the stars in the sky, despite the vicissitudes. "Do you see me or not/I'm here/I'm not sad or happy", "Do you want me/I'm here/I'm not coming or going" and "You love me/I don't love me/I'm here/I'm not increasing or decreasing". The whole poem uses parallelism rhetoric to repeatedly recite the love in the poet's heart that will not change no matter how things change, with a strong sense of rhythm and good organization. Since ancient times, love has been a topic sung by countless people. Too many beautiful poems prove the beauty of love, but also prove that love is a heartbreaking injury. Looking back at the beautiful snowy plateau, the affectionate Cangyang Jiacuo went to the banquet because of lovesickness. Is it fate or doom? At dawn, people read a clear footprint left by a person on the snowfield, which quickly and powerfully connected the Potala Palace with the depths of the alley, so they were puzzled, pondered and then marveled. While singing the name of love calmly, Cangyang Jiacuo also wrote a betrayal of religion. Think of the helplessness and helplessness of Cangyang Jiacuo as a living Buddha. Although he couldn't change those rules and regulations, he still chose to deviate from the right path, give up his rights and change his destiny. How much courage does it take? If love is not true and pure, what power makes him give up his rights? There is only one answer: because of love. In the long river of time, time can annihilate everything, but how much can people remember forever? However, Cangyang Jiacuo did this with his true and pure love and poetry. Cangyang Jiacuo's love poems have been translated into many languages and widely circulated, making people remember him forever, even though centuries have passed. In today's utilitarian real society, how many people's love can reach this true and pure state of selflessness? How many people love that no matter how the world changes, this situation will not change? In the world of mortals, although I have realized that there is no self in the highest state of love, with the disturbance of the world, I gradually lost this feeling in my heart. Maybe there are too many realistic factors in real life that make it difficult to reach the realm of love in your heart. Perhaps there is too much helplessness in the world of mortals. However, Cangyang Jiacuo did it. He is truly and purely in love, without a trace of fame and fortune, and gave up his position and rights for love. Reading this true and pure love and poem, I am not only moved and sighed, but also have an unspeakable mood. Cangyang Jiacuo's poems are like the sounds of nature, which shake the soul and touch the heart. Without a trace of pure love, they knock on the door for a long time. Cangyang Jiacuo, the sixth generation, deserves to be called a generation of affectionate monks. His poems, whether passionate or calm and touching, all contain a kind of inseparable affection. From "That Me" "That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth." To "watch", "you follow me, or you don't follow me, my hand is in your hand, don't give up." It's all like this. When feelings come, they are easy to be passionate and lingering. It is not easy to be as light as a cloud and as quiet as a deep stream. Seeing and not seeing, showing such a quiet affection, just like the breeze and bright moon, drizzling banana. Such feelings have no thirst, no deep sigh, and no pain of flame burning and arrow piercing the heart. In Look and See, we can't see the lingering feelings, but we can read a rock-solid affection. Just a few simple words, a few clear words. There are no twists and turns, ups and downs of the rhythm, but it constitutes a thousand turns and surging feelings. Such feelings are like magma surging underground, which is strong enough to break through rocks, but the surface is calm. This comes from profound Buddhist cultivation and wisdom. Such feelings, such as grass attached to the ground, clouds attached to the sky, the stars love the moon. I will not disturb your life, nor will I disturb your peace. I just like you silently and never give up! Loving you has become a habit. This kind of love is only an equal word from beginning to end, and it is an equal word that has long foreseen everything. I know that this kind of love will not have a result, and I also know that this kind of waiting is doomed to be hopeless, which I can't grasp in this life and the next. I still won't change my mind. This reminds us of the mother's love for her children and the bodhisattva's love for all beings. This is unconditional love, and great love is speechless. This kind of waiting seems to be a kind of waiting in the bones, and it is an innate waiting. This kind of waiting will not increase half a point or decrease half a point because you don't look back or stay. This kind of waiting is entirely out of nature, like a stream flowing slowly around a ravine, like a flute blowing through a bamboo forest. This is a kind of life, as simple as waiting for the moon to rise and set every day; Just as it is natural to wait for flowers to bloom in spring, cicadas to sing in summer, fallen leaves in autumn and snowflakes in winter.